01.30.09
I'm going nowhere
Nowhere with this man
I feel more used
than loved
and I don't know
how to turn around
He can't see my eyes
Get me out
He can't see my eyes
Get me out
Come, come, come
Come on
I can't hear
my own self talk
Maybe I can think
but it makes no fucking difference
He can't see my eyes
Get me out
He can't see my eyes
Get me out
About Me
- ×Kristy-n×
- I love to write, although I am erratic about it and my style isn't really... well flattering. I also really love art, especially inking, graphite, and conté. All black and whites... maybe that says a little about me. I am also really into cosmetology, but recognize that it isn't a realistic career choice. I am an equestrian, with 2 fabulous horses. I also play rugby... In a way I'm a little contradiction just by myself. I guess I don't make much sense.
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